Before I start my next full album project, there are some adjustments I’m making to some of my tracks from Whirlwind Girl (2008). Stay tuned to my blog and/or my email list for new versions as I release them and please comment if you would like to share your thoughts about the changes I have made. This music is for you!
Michael Logue and I have put in some more hours on Right Here Now, the track we are submitting at the end of this month for the Lilith Fair Contest on OurStage.com. Give this new version of Right Here Now a listen and let us know your thoughts here on my blog. Last time we posted a sample, we got some great, practical feedback from Barry Friedman (shorten the intro.) and Julie Maria Madrona (less reverb on the vocals). Thanks for listening and sharing the production process with us! Here is the new sample of Right Here Now (version 2):
Announcing: I have been asked to perform “Right Here Now” live at the upcoming See Jane Do Passion into Action Conference to be held at the Holiday Inn Express in Grass Valley on Saturday, January 23rd, 2010. The song is currently being co-produced with Michael Logue at SunSound Studios and “Right Here Now” will be available on compact disc at the conference. Samples of the track will be available on my website soon and MP3’s will be also available for purchase as well. Check out the video of a live performance of “Right Here Now” with co-writer, Michael Logue at the See Jane Do Soiree last year (it’s about 22 minutes into the video).
Whirlwind girl, spinning dust.
Spinning Tree, she must be lost by now.
By now her leaves have gone from green
to shades of yellow, orange, red,
to bridges, then to rivers,
then to sea…
Whirlwind girl, spinning time.
Spinning Tree, she must be fine right now.
By now she’s light, though lost and nameless,
hungrier, though young and blameless,
strange to be given something free.
Growing her roots straight down,
waving her leafless crown,
holding the cryin’ ground,
Whirlwind girl, spinning gold.
Spinning stars, she must be old by now.
And like the nights, her sighs grow longer.
And as her tender roots grow stronger,
Her heart becomes a whirlwind spreading dust,
as it must.
Whirlwind girl, spinning round.
Holding Earth, she knows to kiss the ground.
Forever home, though lost and nameless,
Hungrier, though young and blameless,
Strange to be given something free. Spinning Tree.
Whirlwind Woman, spinning fire.
Spinning sound, her own desires near.
Happier, her name is faceless,
Healthier, though old and blameless,
strange to be given something free,
and now it’s strange to be GIVING something free,